To Give Everything

After Harry lounged around, cuddling with Draco for a while longer, he got dressed and decided to find Hermione and Ron. He was sure they were worried, and he would be too, if he was in their position. So, with a kiss and a promise to find Draco later, he left the room and headed up to the Gryffindor Tower where he found Ron and Hermione sitting in the common room. "Hi," he said.

They both stood. "Where have you been?" Ron demanded.

Hermione grabbed Harry's arm. "We've been worried about you," she added.

"Sorry," Harry said with a small smile. "I got ... uhm, distracted?"

His two friends exchanged looks and pulled him to a sofa at the back of the common room, away from other students playing chess or talking. It was still snowing outside. "And don't tell me you fell asleep on the bloody tower again," Ron grumbled. "I searched it – in the fucking snow."

"I was on the tower for a bit, but not all night," Harry said, not thinking it was necessary to mention exactly what he had been planning on doing on the tower.

Ron opened his mouth, clearly intent on complaining but Hermione frowned again and shook her head. She turned her attention back to Harry. "We know you have been ... upset. Will you please tell us what is going on?"

"Well, maybe you two should sit down for this," Harry suggested.

They settled on the sofa and exchanged more worried looks. "Is it about ... what we talked about before? Have things been going badly?" Hermione asked, voice full of concern.

"Yeah, well, they were good, and then they went bad. But now ... now they're getting better again," Harry explained, smiling a little.

Hermione smiled like that made perfect sense to her but Ron looked between them, bewildered. "What is it?"

"I've been, um, seeing someone," Harry said, feeling his face heat up as he spoke.

"Finally," Ron said with a grin. "Ginny's my sister and all, but I am glad you remember there are other girls. After all, she did end it and ...."

Hermione winced and Harry grimaced, glancing away. "Not ... not a girl, Ron ...."

Ron frowned, clearly confused. "What?"

"He's not a girl. I'm seeing a bloke," Harry clarified softly.

"A bloke?" Ron repeated, as if he wasn't sure of the meaning of the word.

Hermione's eyes were wide now, too. She apparently hadn't figured that part out either.

"I think I might be gay," Harry continued, really hoping they'd be okay with this.

"Gay?" Ron echoed, looking gobsmacked.

Hermione huffed and shoved Ron. Harry could see her already trying to work out who it might be. "So that's why you've been keeping it a secret?"

"Mostly," Harry answered with a small nod. He knew that wasn't the main reason, though.

"A bloke?" Ron repeated as if he still couldn't follow the conversation.

Hermione scowled at Ron but then looked at Harry again. "So you had some trouble but now it's good again? Is he nice?" It was clear she wanted to know who but was trying to be patient.

"Yeah. He was confused, well, really confused, but we had a chat and now I think things will be okay," Harry said, knowing that what they had discussed and discovered about themselves amounted to more than just a little chat.

"Who?" Ron asked, still frowning.

"Well, promise me you won't get mad, the pair of you," Harry said, even though he was mainly talking to Ron.

"Mad? Because you're seeing another man?" Hermione asked, her voice implying that she would never object, but she gave Ron a look that told him he better watch his step.

"Yeah, and because of who he is," Harry added.

"Who is it?" Ron demanded, clearly getting frustrated with the delay. A red flush began to creep up his neck.

"Draco Malfoy," Harry finally said and then waited for the inevitable explosion.

"What!?" Hermione yelled.

Ron's eyes widened so far he looked pop-eyed and his mouth fell open.

"You heard me right ..." Harry said, not sure if he had expected Hermione to be louder than Ron.

Ron began laughing. Hermione looked on in confusion between them.

"I'm not joking," Harry said softly, frowning. A slight shade of pink began to blossom on his cheeks as he waited silently for Ron and Hermione to grasp what he was saying.

Hermione looked like she had almost decided they were playing a prank on her but then she frowned and gave Ron another shove. Ron fell silent. He opened his mouth to speak a couple times and then closed it.

Hermione took a big breath and let it out in something like a cross between a sigh and huff. "Malfoy? Draco Malfoy?"

"Yeah, him," Harry confirmed, thinking that there wasn't any other Malfoy that he'd think of doing this with. "He's changed."

"Yeah, he lost," Ron spat out. "He doesn’t have his goons to protect him if he opens his mouth now."

"Harry, are you saying you are ... involved ... with Draco Malfoy?" Hermione asked, clearly hoping she misunderstood him.

"How many times do I have to say it?" Harry asked, looking between the two of them. It was really beginning to get to him, because he was trying his hardest to tell his best friends how he felt about Draco and they were making it so difficult. Not that he had expected it to be easy but why did it seem he always had to defend his choices?

Ron still looked bewildered. "Malfoy hates you. You hate him," he declared. "I mean you always did. I mean even if you liked ... blokes ... why him?"

"Do we always get to pick who we fall in love with?" Harry asked, tensing now that he had admitted how he really felt. He studied the carpet silently before glancing back up to view the reactions, nervous and even a little scared about what he would see.

Both of his friends looked even more shocked than before. Ron paled. Hermione blinked rapidly. "Love?" she asked.

"I know what you're thinking. It's too fast, it's Malfoy, but whatever. I know what I'm feeling. I really want to explain how it all happened, but ... well." Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's hard and it's complicated."

Ron sat back, just staring at him. Hermione's face seemed to try on about a dozen expressions before settling on concerned. "And how does he feel about you?" she finally asked.

"He feels ... he feels the same way I do," Harry said, smiling as he nodded. "We both realised it after we had a little, well, break."

Ron was still looking at Harry like he didn't recognise him, but Hermione smiled. "He actually said he loves you?" she asked in wonder.

"He actually said it. Just as it started to snow," Harry said, grinning now. He was sure he'd remember that moment for the rest of his life.

"Bloody hell," Ron complained and Hermione laughed. "Well, look at his face, Hermione!" the redhead added.

"I am, Ron," Hermione said. "He looks happy, really happy. When's the last time we saw that?"

Harry grinned at Hermione's very good observation, nodding a few times. "I know it'll take some time to get used to, but I just wanted to let you two know."

Ron looked like he might object again but then closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, he nodded a bit stiffly. "If you're happy," he conceded.

Hermione reached out and took Harry's hand, giving it a squeeze. "I am sure we can get used to just about anything if it means you really are going to be okay."

"Thank you, Hermione, you too, Ron," Harry said, having expected a much bigger explosion from his mate. He felt good, no, more than good, relieved to have their approval, even if it was a little hesitant now. He knew it would take time. Time he had now.

Draco noticed the difference the next morning. Granger studied him covertly as if he were some puzzle to be solved. Weasley tried not to look at him but kept failing, looking angry when he slipped. Harry had told them, that was clear enough. Draco smirked, which just made Granger blush and Weasley blanch. Draco looked to Harry and arched an eyebrow when he caught that green gaze.

Harry could only smile when he caught Draco's eye, glad to have finally got that out, but even more glad to know that they were together.

***

There was a kind of peace that seemed to settle into Draco. He returned to pulling Harry into corners, sometimes for a quick snog, sometimes for more. They planned their holiday together.

Draco's decision to remain at school hadn't been met with much challenge either. Narcissa decided to go to France for the holiday. Blaise smiled knowingly at him and Draco acknowledged it with a nod and a smirk, not needing more to confirm the other man's guess.

Harry had to tell Ron and Hermione that he was staying at Hogwarts for holiday, and while at first they seemed to not like the idea, they eventually got used to it, especially after they figured out that Draco was staying behind as well.

Harry saw his friends off and Ron gave him one of his grimaces. "Hope you don't expect me to tell mum why you're staying here."

"Of course not, Ron," Harry laughed, shaking his head.

Hermione kissed Harry's cheek and squeezed his arm. "Be careful and have ... have a good Christmas, Harry."

"You too, Hermione. Now go, the train's about to leave," Harry said with a smile, waving goodbye.

***

Draco tried to relax, checking the set-up again, unnecessarily, as he waited for Harry to meet him. Then he leant against the stone in the opening of The Room and tried to look calm, arms crossed over his chest.

Harry didn't need to wear his Invisibility Cloak as he walked down to The Room, knowing the route now by heart and not worried about getting caught with most people gone. He smiled when he reached the hallway, spotting Draco from a good distance as he walked down. "Hey," he said when he was close enough.

Draco grinned. "Took you long enough," he teased.

"I could've ran here," Harry replied, grinning back.

"You didn't?" Draco quipped, arching an eyebrow and holding out a hand to Harry.

"Felt like making you wait," Harry said, reaching out to take Draco's hand.

Draco took it and yanked the other man to him, wrapping his other arm around Harry as he pulled him into The Room, the opening silently closing behind them when he did.

Harry laughed softly, his own arms sliding around Draco, as the blond leant forward, mouth covering Harry's lips and hands sliding up to cradle him against his own body. Harry's eyes closed as they kissed, making a small contented noise.

They stood there kissing for several minutes, Draco's tongue thrusting in and sliding against Harry's, fingers of one hand buried in thick black hair and his cock swelling in anticipation.

"Love kissing you," Harry whispered against his lips, one hand moving up to run through Draco's soft hair in return.

"Yes," Draco smiled, then drew back to look into Harry's eyes. "You ready for this or would you rather go back to Severus' rooms?" Draco asked, making sure before they moved to the equipment.

"I'm ready for this," Harry replied with a nod, looking around the room.

Draco smiled and stepped back a little, trying to will his cock to remember patience. He would need it tonight. He led Harry over to stand beside the spanking bench and then slowly, tenderly, undressed him.

Harry liked it when Draco undressed him now. It felt so much more special than when he was just told to strip.

Draco smiled, admiring the man in front of him, enjoying the way Harry's skin glowed in the torchlight and his cock twitched in agreement. He placed the quill into Harry's hand as he pressed another kiss to the naked man.

Harry didn't know if he needed the quill, but he realised that this was still a session, so it mattered. His fingers tightened around it as they kissed again.

Warmth flooded Draco every time they kissed and he felt both powerful and tender. When he pulled back, he gently turned Harry, helping him bend over one end of the bench. "Spread your legs," he said softly.

Harry did as he was told, his cheek resting on the bench as he waited for Draco to continue.

Draco stood, watching for a moment, and then stripped off his own clothes. Then he helped Harry position himself a little more comfortably, head resting on one side, cheek pressed to the padded surface of the bench. He placed Harry's hands up into shelves along the side. "Bound or holding on?" he offered.

"Holding on," Harry decided softly, hoping he could handle that.

"Good," Draco said, approvingly, stroking down Harry's back as he moved to kneel behind him. "This requires that you really relax, that you trust me, that you open up to me. Understand?"

Harry nodded. "I understand, Sir," he said, already starting to relax. He wondered what Draco had planned but held his questions.

Draco reached first to gently stroke and knead Harry's thighs and arse, helping him release any tension. "This isn't about enduring pain. You will need to breathe deep and slow. If you tense, I will stop and wait for you. If you can't go on, tell me."

Now that made Harry a bit nervous, but he continued to try his best to relax. "Can I ask what you're going to do?"

"Trust me?" Draco asked, fingers sliding down the cleft of Harry's arse and stroking gently over the sac below, cupping Harry's balls.

"Yes," Harry answered softly, realising that he really did trust Draco.

Draco shifted, getting more comfortable before reaching to remove the device from Harry. He had increased the size again, preparing for tonight. He pressed the tip of his wand to Harry's hole and cast that special Cleaning Charm again.

Harry closed his eyes and breathed in, trembling at the promise of that.

"I am going to start with what I know you like," Draco whispered, a hint of humour in his voice.

Harry felt the caress of warm breath against his hole as Draco spread his arse again, then the tongue teasing his opening. Of course Harry blushed, biting down on his lip as he breathed in sharply. He took comfort in knowing that he didn't have to tell Draco what he liked and what he didn't like, he just knew from his reactions.

Draco took his time, licking and teasing and then thrusting his tongue into Harry while the man whimpered.

"Oh, Draco," Harry moaned, gripping the bench as he tried to rock his hips more.

Draco sat back, licking his lips, his prick twitching eagerly. But he wasn't ready to give into it yet. He reached for the pot of thick greasy ointment he had made and scooped out some with a couple of fingers. He began working the stuff into Harry's waiting hole.

Harry sighed and clenched around the fingers before he relaxed, letting Draco work them in and out of him. Two fingers went in and out with little resistance and three seemed to be met by greedy sucking as Harry's hole clenched and opened, the pressure on his prostate making him moan. Harry was definitely in heaven. Nothing felt better than this. Well, no, he was lying. Only Draco actually fucking him felt better.

Draco used his other hand to scoop more of the ointment, adding it to his fingers as he slowly worked the fourth inside. His cock was about this size at full flush but he was still careful as he worked them in.

Harry made a small noise, but not an uncomfortable one. Draco usually didn't go this far with the preparation, so it was different having four fingers inside him.

"Breathe deep and slow," Draco reminded him as he shifted his fingers, thumb nestled inside his fingers to form a point. Draco had long slim fingers but he had never used them quite this way before. He worked deeper. His knuckles would be the widest point and he made sure to smear a lot of the ointment over them.

Harry's eyes opened when he felt that stretch. "Draco," he whispered, breathing in as deeply as he could before letting it out.

"Yes, Harry, open to me, take me inside," Draco coaxed, twisting his hand gently.

Harry was beginning to think that Draco was trying to push his entire hand inside. But that wasn't possible ... or was it?

Draco reached his other hand down between Harry's legs, stroking his cock to help him relax. "That's it, let me in," he said.

"Trying," Harry gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as he worked to release the involuntary tightening of his muscles. "Your ... your whole hand?"

Draco smiled. "Yes," he said, twisting his fingers a bit to rub Harry's prostate more firmly.

Harry bit down on his lip and shuddered hard, feeling himself clench around the fingers. He wasn't sure if it was too much or not.

Draco held his hand inside Harry still. "You can do this," he whispered, giving Harry's cock a gentle squeeze.

"I know ... are you almost done?" Harry asked, even though he was pretty sure that Draco didn't have all of his hand inside.

"I will stop if you say the word," Draco reminded and warned at the same time. "To do this, you have to trust me."

"I trust you, but it's so much," Harry whispered, wriggling his hips a little.

"Yes, it is. Everything, remember," Draco reminded him, leaning forward to kiss and nip at one arse cheek.

"Everything," Harry whispered and nodded, taking yet another deep breath. "Okay, go on."

Draco rested his cheek against Harry's arse, close to and watching where his hand was pushing inside the other man. He continued to work Harry's cock as he rotated the fingers in the man's channel, working deeper. He felt Harry shudder, felt the muscles try to squeeze and then open more.

Harry kept his eyes closed the entire time, his fingers tight around the edge of the bench as he loosened. "God," he whispered.

The hardest part was next and Draco lifted his head, using his other hand to add more ointment before pushing forward, his knuckles stretching Harry's opening wider.

Harry could feel the stretch, burning a bit. He made a soft sound and tensed slightly.

"Relax, open to me," Draco warned when Harry tensed. "Almost inside now, just a little more and then my hand will be inside you."

"Shit," Harry whispered. Just hearing that made him think more about it and, of course, he couldn't help but tense up even more, pulse racing. "Gimme a moment, please."

"Yes," Draco whispered, pausing but reaching his other hand to pet and caress Harry's balls and cock. "It will be easier and feel even better once we get past this point."

Harry swallowed and took several more deep breaths, slowly beginning to relax around the fingers again.

When he felt the release of tension, Draco pushed, feeling his hand stretch Harry further before it slipped past the widest point and was inside, warm and wet and Harry's body shuddering around him.

Harry quietly cursed again, feeling impossibly full and it was almost too much, almost. Tiny beads of sweat glistened on his face as his breathing hitched and he panted softly.

Draco sighed at the feeling, his cock achingly hard and pulsing almost jealously at the sensations. "That's good," he whispered.

Harry nodded in agreement, as his body adjusted.

Draco curled his fingers into his palm, shielding Harry's soft insides from his nails and began to move his hand gently, back and forth. Leaning into Harry slightly, Draco began softly kissing and licking the damp skin on Harry's lower back before taking those kisses further down.

The moment that Draco started to move Harry let out a low moan, his mouth falling open at the surge of pleasure. Each movement pressed Draco's hand against his prostate and he realized that it would be very difficult to not come from this.

"I can feel you, feel the way your body moves and trembles around my hand," Draco said in wonder.

"I feel you ... it's so big," Harry whispered, biting his lip again as he shuddered.

Draco wanted to ask if it felt good but he didn't want to sound as unsure as he felt. "Harry," he whispered.

"Draco," Harry whispered in return. "Don't stop. I know I'm going to come like this."

"Oh, yes," Draco gasped, "yes, come with me inside you." He moved his hand inside Harry faster, the other one still holding his lover's cock, waiting to feel it pulse in his palm.

Harry wasn't sure how much longer it took, but it almost didn’t feel long enough before he was coming, his back arching as he clenched around the other man's hand. A strangled whimper escaped his lips as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensations.

Draco groaned, Harry's body holding him tight, both hands warm as the other man's cock spasmed. Draco caught his lover's seed, then pulled that hand back, wrapping his fingers, coated in his lovers still warm fluid, around his own prick. He stroked himself quick and hard, crying out as he came.

Harry didn't think he'd ever stop shuddering, and Draco's hand still pressed against his prostate didn't help matters.

Draco laid his face against Harry's arse again, damp warm skin against his own flushed cheek as he panted.

"Wow," Harry mumbled as he slowly calmed down, his breath coming in soft pants.

"Bear down as I pull out," Draco explained. "Ready?"

Harry almost felt too tired to do much else, but he nodded and mustered his strength to bear down.

At the feeling, Draco pulled his hand out, fingers stretched again to make it as narrow as possible. It made a slick wet sound and he immediately missed the sensation. His fingers were wrinkled like he had spent too long in the bath.

Harry winced and promptly flushed at the empty feeling that left behind. He had never felt so open and ... exposed before this.

Draco helped the spasming of his lover's anus by pressing the still slick ball of his hand to that hole, rubbing gently.

"Feels funny," Harry said, wriggling slightly.

"Does it hurt?" Draco asked, a bit worried.

"Not really ... just feels so stretched out," Harry mumbled.

"I have a potion that will help with that," Draco assured him. Both his hands were completely covered in fluids and he reached for his wand, casting Cleaning Charms for both of them. His skin still felt damp.

"Can I get up now?" Harry asked, even though he didn't think he could sit up really.

Draco was still kneeling on the floor. "Sure," he whispered.

Harry slowly pushed himself up onto his feet, wobbling a bit as he stepped away from the bench and looked down at Draco. "That was amazing," he said, slowly sinking to his knees in front of him.

Draco chuckled, reaching both hands to cup Harry's face and pull him into a kiss.

Harry kissed him back lazily, feeling tired even though he thought Draco had technically done all the work.

Long sloppy kisses, fingers in Harry's hair, and Draco felt like he could float on the high of it all. He drew back enough to whisper. "I am going to take you to bed now and hold you close ... for a very long time."

"Never let me go," Harry whispered.

"I am never letting go," Draco agreed, pulling Harry close again.


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